Fair Em eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 46 pages of information about Fair Em.

How near is this humor to madness!  If you hold on as you
begin, you are in a pretty way to scolding.

To scolding, huswife?

Madam, here comes one.

[Here enters one with a letter.]

There doth in deed.  Fellow, wouldest thou have any thing with
any body here?

I have a letter to deliver to the Lady Mariana.

Give it me.

There must none but she have it.

[Blaunch snatcheth the letter from him.  Et exit messenger.]

Blaunch.  Go to, foolish fellow.  And therefore, to ease the anger I sustain, I’ll be so bold to open it.  Whats here?  Sir Robert greets you well?  You, Mastries, his love, his life?  Oh amorous man, how he entertains his new Maistres; and bestows on Lubeck, his od friend, a horn night cap to keep in his witt.

Madam, though you have discourteously read my letter, yet I
pray you give it me.

Then take it:  there, and there, and there!

[She tears it.  Et exit Blaunch.]

Mariana.  How far doth this differ from modesty!  Yet will I gather up the pieces, which happily may shew to me the intent thereof, though not the meaning.

[She gathers up the pieces and joins them.]

’Your servant and love, sir Robert of Windsor, Alias William the Conqueror, wisheth long health and happiness’.  Is this William the Conqueror, shrouded under the name of sir Robert of Windsor?  Were he the Monarch of the world he should not disposess Lubeck of his Love.  Therefore I will to the Court, and there, if I can, close to be friends with Lady Blaunch; and thereby keep Lubeck, my Love, for my self, and further the Lady Blaunch in her suit, as much as I may.



Manchester.  The Mill.

[Enter Em sola.]

Jealousy, that sharps the lovers sight,
And makes him conceive and conster his intent,
Hath so bewitched my lovely Manvils senses
That he misdoubts his Em, that loves his soul;
He doth suspect corrivals in his love,
Which, how untrue it is, be judge, my God! 
But now no more—­Here commeth Valingford;
Shift him off now, as thou hast done the other.

[Enter Valingford.]

See how Fortune presents me with the hope I lookt for. 
Fair Em!

Who is that?

I am Valingford, thy love and friend.

I cry you mercy, Sir; I thought so by your speech.

What aileth thy eyes?

Oh blind, Sir, blind, stricken blind, by mishap, on a sudden.

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